This is a song about "The fur trade canda"

The bigger the the fun

Can’t you see just how long my run

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And of course, my car's off course

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Im colder than guccis burr, my style is more expensive versace fur!

Am i cheating on this woman if i'm gettin' naked pictures from another

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Because you gotta finish a paper

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era